It's a sad day in a writer's life when a book goes out of print. No longer is that book part of the market, no longer is it "in the wild" or "out there." It has lived its life and is now, sadly, gone. This past week, I saw not one, but four of my books go out of print. That's right, four. The books in question are Deadlands, City of Demons, and the first two books of the Stanley Cooper Chronicles, Vermin and Pages. Has it really been that long? Yes. Really, it has.
City of Demons was my first attempt at noir. A supernatural thriller that dealt with police, religious cults, murder, mayhem, and depravity, COD was my love-letter to Micky Spillane and Dashiell Hammett, and to the tough guys they wrote. It was also, at the time, the most brutal story I'd ever written.
So, to date, that makes my back catalogue of thirteen books down to only five. Out of print is An American Haunting, Deadlands, Cane River: A Ghost Story, Deadlands (reprint), City of Demons, The Mayor's Guide: The Stately Ghosts of Augusta, and Vermin and Pages. Remaining out there for folks to read are Ectostorm, Ghosts of San Antonio, Haunted Austin Texas, The Journal of Edwin Grey, and, of course, Droplets. Sure, you can still find copies of all of them, but once those are gone, there'll be no more left. I may self-pub Deadlands and City of Demons, but chances are, that'll be it.
That's not the end for my writing career, though. There's more coming. Just watch me run.